Pure
Pure emotions
Refined in the apex of my torment
Held me strictly in the light
Drove me forth in my darkest moment
Will there ever be and end
In my ascension
To heights of shame?
I lost everything I ever held
And I found no one to blame
Yet my own hands were tied
And I did nothing
Yet I ended up buried just the same
Am I the one to blame?
Am I the one to blame?
Late at night
I wonder
If she too thinks of the past
Of where we went wrong
If she too remembers my smile
The way I remember her own
How can she be so heartless?
How can she be ignorant?
Where did I go wrong?
Are my virtues that insignificant?
Have we ever upheld a mutual moment of truth?
Or have we just lied?
A theme, once a prayer
Today a torn page
She knew I'm not the one
Then why keep me in this cage?
I'm not ever stirring up a breeze
And she's just made of stone
And as I leave her behind
I walk the path of shame
But at least I'm alone
With no one to loose
Nothing to leave behind
I am my own
The only culprit I can find
That could have caused this tragedy
You swept in like a storm
Took everything I ever had
Yet taught me so much
That I will always mourn
That I will forever be sad
You, a reminder to all I ever wanted
Needed so bad
I quake
Like a spider in the rain
Like a lief given to the wind
Surrendered to disdain
Uncertain in my ways
Burdened with old promises
To brave the fire
I first had to withstand
The blazing gaze and touch
You had treated me with
Yet...
Never brave enough
To walk through the bonfire
Of my mistakes
I can do nothing but sit here
Mourn, not stirring up a breeze
No end to this path of shame
No getting out of this mess
And she, she smiled
The last jewel of beauty
I'll ever witness
No getting out of this mess
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